BOOKS

I study the covers

Of the books on the shelf,

Thin, thick, red, yellow

They call out:

Read me,     

Love me,

Learn from me.

Their pleas ring

Like a school bell

In my head.

Choosing one

Feels like a marriage.

What if a book

With a clever title

And colorful cover

Has less meaning

Than one with no name,

But life changing content.

I search for such

A selfless book.

Unable to restrain myself,             

My collection multiplies

Undisciplined.

I read, resolve, return

Them to the shelf.

When I’m done with one,

I go to bed with another.

My eyelids grow heavy

As I get involved

Book,

By beautiful book.